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I’m back for week fifteen of http://www.freefictionfriday.com! Today I’m posting something very different from everything else I’ve posted so far. It’s still fanfiction like my previous posts, but it’s not romance, erotica, or humor. It’s dark, and different from my usual writing style. Please heed the content advisories (they give away a lot but I’d rather over-warn than risk triggering people, because this piece has several potentially triggering themes/situations). It surprised me how dysfunctional and bleak the story ended up sounding, and I’m the author!

I wrote this story several years ago based on an odd, vivid dream that took place in the Naruto universe. When I awoke, I knew I had to turn the dream into a story. I typed notes, modified a few things from the dream to something that would be a story that made sense, and then let the words flow.

The protagonist is the first original character I’d written for a fanfiction piece in a very long time. I didn’t create her deliberately – she came to me fully formed in the dream. She’s… pretty fucked up in terms of her attitudes and actions/inactions. The other main character in this story is Sasuke (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Sasuke). He’s a bit of a jerk in canon, and in this story, that still holds. This plot is in a divergence from the canon, as people familiar with Naruto will recognize. But it contains no plot spoilers for the series, beyond a bit of Sasuke’s backstory that’s revealed early in the anime/manga. This story can be understood without knowing the series (though people who know the series have an advantage in that the vocab is less unfamiliar).

Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

Potentially unfamiliar terms:
chakra – combined physical and spiritual energy contained in a person, necessary for performing techniques.
kunai – a type of knife used as a weapon.
sharingan – a rare ninja ability genetically unique to some members of Sasuke’s family. Can be activated/deactivated and has many uses, but they’re not detailed in the story.
ninjutsu – various ninja techniques.
taijutsu – martial arts ninjas use.
shinobi – ninjas in this universe.
Konoha – Sasuke’s home village

I hope anyone reading this enjoys it at some level!

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She didn’t know what to call him. Her savior, her companion, her friend, her lover – none of those seemed to fit. There was only one thing he was to her that she knew for certain.

The father of her child.

He had happened upon her in the woods, while her captors slept. She was so drained of chakra at that point that they hadn’t even bothered to set up a watch rotation to worry about her escaping. He could have carried her out, chakra restraints and all, and unbound her feet and wrists when they were a safe distance away.

She was grateful to be rescued, but her first worry was that her savior would be no less cruel than the men who had kidnapped her. Killing the men who had been draining her chakra was the only way to keep her from becoming a liability to him. They would have hunted her down otherwise, for a while anyway. Someone like her with such vast chakra reserves was a rare resource, and they would not have parted with her, their personal chakra battery, easily. She understood that. It still bothered her though, the ease with which he had killed them. No hesitation, no mercy, just lightning fast speed and a kunai to the heart for each of them. He hadn’t even activated his sharingan.

He wiped his blade clean on the grass before freeing her.

He told her she was too weak to keep moving that night, and that they would stay there until morning. That way he wouldn’t have to carry her. He cut her restraints, then tossed her one of her captors’ sleeping bags.

They slept amongst the corpses, and she didn’t learn his name until the next day.

They ate the dead men’s food for breakfast, and took what looked useful from their supplies. Once he was sure she could move quickly enough to keep up with him, they set off in a direction of his choosing. He had asked her where she was from, but showed no intentions of taking her back to her village. It was just part of his fact gathering. For some reason, he thought it better to keep her with him than return her to her village, despite the fact that he would probably be rewarded for bringing her home safely.

She had no idea where they were, so she couldn’t just go off on her own. Despite the fact that her chakra reserves were huge compared to his, his ninjutsu and taijutsu were far superior to hers. And he had the sharingan.

So it was safer to stay with him, a potential protector, than to venture off and try to find her way home, from which she had been taken in a blindfolded, drugged state.

He told her just enough about himself so that she knew his mission. Kill his brother and restart his clan. When she asked where his brother was, he just told her they were on his trail. So she followed him, wondering what use she could be to him on his mission, and reminding herself to be grateful to be alive.

It was only a few days before they had sex for the first time. She wasn’t foolish enough to call it making love – there was no love between them, only desire and lust. She just didn’t know what his desire was for – her, sex, or the thought she did not even let enter her mind – restarting his clan. But that night, and the next, and those that followed, she didn’t care. She felt needed, wanted, cherished.

She knew she was pregnant only a few weeks later.

When she rebuffed his advances that night, he asked her what was wrong.

Sobbing, she told him, and he held her, stroking her hair as she wet his shirt with her tears.

He told her it would be all right. They would go to a doctor in the next town they reached, have her examined, and get her whatever vitamin supplements she needed. They would go to doctors for checkups as needed so they could make sure she was healthy during her pregnancy.

But what if she didn’t want to carry the pregnancy to term? She didn’t want to be a mother at seventeen.

When she said this, he pulled back as though she had slapped him in the face. He told her that it was her choice, but she could tell he was hurt and angry. It was only later, when she was less emotional, that she realized what aborting his child would mean to him. Her being pregnant was the symbol of his clan being reborn, and he couldn’t let that go.

She was a little over a month along when they first visited a doctor. The doctor pointed on the sonogram to the gestational sac where the embryo was growing – it was just a little dot. But she didn’t just see it as that. It was her child. His child. Their child. And she couldn’t kill it. She didn’t even know if she loved him, but she knew that she wanted to keep his baby.

When she told him she was keeping it, she could almost feel the relief radiating from him.

He bought her the vitamins the doctor recommended, and made a note of the next time they should head into a town for a checkup. He treated her to a nice dinner, and she almost felt as though they were a normal couple. Almost.
She was three months along when they finally found his brother.

He had her wait at their camp, not wanting her to be used against him. He left to pursue his brother at dawn.

It was dusk when he returned, covered in blood.

He sat numbly as she cleaned the dried blood from his face with a damp cloth. None of it was his own. She heard a small sound and looked around quickly before realizing it had come from his throat.

A sob.

Soon, his whole body was shaking with his sobs, and she held him. She didn’t know what else to do; he had never been this vulnerable since she had met him. Making soothing noises like one would make to comfort a child, she just held him until he finally went limp in her arms.

They would never speak of that night.

The next day, everything was back to normal. He told her they would be heading back to his village with an appeal to withdraw his status as a missing nin and to allow him to reclaim status as the head of his clan.

Then, looking away, he muttered something about marriage.

To spare him the embarrassment of having to ask, she told him a clan couldn’t be just one person, and that she and their child would be part of the clan as well. If, of course, she could go back to her own village, let everyone know she was fine, and invite them to the wedding. She was a bit young to marry, but her parents would accept her decision. She just needed to know that she was not a captive, and that she was actually allowed to see her family and friends.

His reaction was unexpected. He actually apologized. Not for getting her pregnant, not for taking her with him across miles and miles on his quest, but for making her think she would never see her loved ones again.

She accepted his apology with grace, and more than a little relief.

They stopped in the next town to see a doctor. Everything was going well with the pregnancy, and she felt as though her heart had stopped when she saw the sonogram.

Her child actually looked like a baby. Not a dot, but a baby. She cried, filled with emotions she couldn’t describe, and he held her hand.

A few days of travel later, he told her they were almost home, and pointed in the direction of his village.

She stood and looked over at Konoha, just visible before the horizon. Was she making the right choice, keeping her baby, and staying with him? Why had he rescued her? Did he love her? Did she love him? Just what was he to her?

In a rare show of tenderness, he embraced her from behind and kissed her neck. He ran a hand gently over her belly, and interlaced his fingers with hers.

He was the father of her child.

And maybe that was enough.

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And, there ends what I consider to be the most fucked up story I’ve written thus far. Let me know what you think!

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One thing you should know before reading this story is that Haku is not typical for a young teen. In addition to a past that made him grow up very fast out of necessity, he has lived as an adult for years by the main plot of this piece. His accepted role in life is to be Zabuza’s weapon, killing for Zabuza and anyone who employs them. He is old beyond his years, has seen much and done much. And he is the one to initiate sex with Zabuza in this story, and Zabuza does not take unfair advantage of him. I don’t write underage sex lightly, especially when one partner is much older, so I wanted to address this before the story itself. I will understand anyone skipping the next few weeks of my FFF posts if they prefer not to read a relationship between people with this big of an age gap and the younger being fourteen.

Now that’s out of the way…

Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

ADVISORIES/CATEGORIES: consensual sex between a 14-year-old young man and 24-year-old man, discussion of puberty, explicit sexual content (oral and anal), somewhat D/s relationship (Master/weapon is the best way to describe their relationship), M/M, mentions of violence.

Potentially unfamiliar terms: shinobi is the word for ninjas in this universe.

I hope you enjoy the final part of Sleeping Arrangements! I’ve started it off with the last line of the previous post for context.

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“Enough,” Zabuza growled.

Haku released Zabuza’s cock from his mouth, and sat up, looking down at the older man quizzically. “Did I do something wrong?”

Zabuza answered by sitting up and kissing Haku greedily, his tongue thrusting into the younger man’s mouth. Haku returned the kiss eagerly, glad that he hadn’t made a mistake, and that Zabuza still wanted him.

“Want to fuck you,” Zabuza said when their lips parted. He looked into Haku’s eyes, checking for any signs of trepidation or distaste.

Haku merely nodded eagerly, and moved from between Zabuza’s legs to lie on his back. “Is this okay?”

Haku let out a small noise of pleasure, pushing his hips up in hopes of more touches, but the older man withdrew his hand. Zabuza reached over to the nightstand, pulled a small jar of salve from the drawer, and coated two fingers with the substance. “Spread your legs for me,” he said.

Haku complied, and Zabuza repositioned himself between the younger man’s legs. “This may feel strange, but it shouldn’t hurt,” he said.

Haku’s breath hitched when a cool finger circled his asshole, then pushed gently inside. The salve allowed Zabuza to ease the finger into Haku’s tight heat, and the older man slowly pushed his finger in and out. It did feel a bit strange to Haku, but when that finger crooked upward, hitting a bundle of nerves, Haku gasped in surprise at the pleasure, and Zabuza continued to stroke the sensitive spot.

“Like that, do you?” Zabuza asked with a grin. “Want more?”

“Yes… more… please,” Haku said breathily.

Zabuza added a second finger to the first, stretching Haku further. The fingers still felt somewhat alien, but Haku couldn’t deny that the pressure against his prostate was driving him wild, and making his cock even harder.

“Need you,” Haku said. “Fu-fuck me? Please?”

Zabuza laughed when Haku stumbled over the profanity, and kissed him. “Not yet, Haku. Need you nice and ready for me.” He used his free hand to stroke Haku’s erection as he continued to stretch him.

Just as Haku was about to warn Zabuza that he would come from this alone if the older man didn’t stop, Zabuza’s hands left him. Haku watched through lust-glazed eyes as Zabuza slicked his cock with salve and positioned himself at Haku’s entrance.

One more look between them, no words needed, and Zabuza slowly pushed himself into Haku’s willing body. Haku gasped. Zabuza’s fingers were nothing compared to this sensation of being so utterly filled, both stretched wide and filled deep. Haku looked up at Zabuza with pleading eyes, wanting the older man to move.

Zabuza got the signal, and pulled out slightly before reburying himself to the hilt. Haku groaned, and grabbed Zabuza’s shoulders, painted nails sinking into flesh, making crescent shaped marks.

Realizing that he might have hurt Zabuza, Haku let go and muttered a quick “sorry”.

“It’s okay, you can hold on,” Zabuza said with a laugh, and continued thrusting, taking his own pleasure from the young man beneath him. “You feel so good.”

Haku moaned with pleasure, both from the compliment and from the rubbing of Zabuza’s cock against his sensitive prostate. He threw his arms around Zabuza’s broad back, barely noticing the sounds that escaped his throat as Zabuza pounded into him. He was trapped in simply feeling Zabuza inside of him, on top of him, thrusting and making his own noises of pleasure. Haku couldn’t have guessed how long it was before he was nearing his breaking point.

“Ahhh… so good… so close…. love you…” Haku babbled, waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

“Come for me,” Zabuza growled.

Within moments, Haku did, letting out an “ohhh!” as he reached his peak and came in spurts between their bodies.

It only took Zabuza a few more thrusts before he was driven over the edge, and he bit down hard on Haku’s shoulder as he came deep inside of his lover.

Haku let out a small whimper at the pain of the bite, but he relished it all the same. He hugged Zabuza even tighter to him, wanting to be as close as possible.

They lay there for a while, breathing ragged. Zabuza pulled out and rolled onto his side, gathering the younger man up in his arms and petting his hair and back. Haku sighed happily and nuzzled Zabuza’s neck.

“Did you mean what you said?” Zabuza asked after a few minutes, when they had come down from their orgasms.

“Hmmm?” Haku asked, not sure at first Zabuza meant. Then it dawned on him – Zabuza could only be referring to one thing. Haku had said that he loved the older man. He pulled back slightly so that he could look into Zabuza’s eyes.

One thing you should know before reading this story is that Haku is not typical for a young teen. In addition to a past that made him grow up very fast out of necessity, he has lived as an adult for years by the main plot of this piece. His accepted role in life is to be Zabuza’s weapon, killing for Zabuza and anyone who employs them. He is old beyond his years, has seen much and done much. And he is the one to initiate sex with Zabuza in this story, and Zabuza does not take unfair advantage of him. I don’t write underage sex lightly, especially when one partner is much older, so I wanted to address this before the story itself. I will understand anyone skipping the next few weeks of my FFF posts if they prefer not to read a relationship between people with this big of an age gap and the younger being fourteen.

Now that’s out of the way…

Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

ADVISORIES/CATEGORIES: consensual sex between a 14-year-old young man and 24-year-old man, discussion of puberty, explicit sexual content (oral and anal), somewhat D/s relationship (Master/weapon is the best way to describe their relationship), M/M, mentions of violence.

Potentially unfamiliar terms: shinobi is the word for ninjas in this universe.

I hope you enjoy part three of Sleeping Arrangements! This is technically the first part of chapter 2 of 2, so I won’t start with anything from last week, but just get into the new part.

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Haku awoke to find himself enveloped in warmth. This was nothing new, as he and Zabuza had slept together for years. There were several key differences this morning, though. For one, Haku wasn’t wearing the pants that he usually slept in. More importantly, this was the morning after the first time that he and Zabuza had been intimate. Haku smiled at the memory and snuggled closer into Zabuza’s chest. He felt a hand stroking his hair and realized that his lover was awake.

“Good morning,” Haku murmured, and leaned up to kiss Zabuza on the cheek.

Zabuza turned to face Haku and pressed a brief kiss to the younger man’s lips. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“Better than any other time I can remember,” Haku said with a laugh.

“Good. Then I take it you don’t regret last night?” Zabuza asked, looking straight into Haku’s eyes.

Haku’s face grew serious. “I don’t regret it at all. I wanted it, wanted you. And I still want to experience more with you.”

Haku wondered exactly what Zabuza meant by “mine” at this moment. “My weapon”, “my lover”, or both? He pushed this question aside, allowing himself to get lost in the kiss.

When they broke apart, Zabuza said, “Give me a minute,” then left the bed and headed to the bathroom.

Haku closed his eyes, relaxing in the empty bed, until Zabuza returned, then the younger man took his own turn using the bathroom. When Haku came back to the bedroom, Zabuza was lying nude in the bed facing him, cock half erect, and the sheets were pushed aside. Haku took a moment to admire Zabuza’s muscular form, and felt himself begin to harden before getting back into bed. He lay beside Zabuza, looking into the older man’s eyes, not sure how to express his desires, which were still not fully formed in his mind.

“What do you want, Haku?” Zabuza asked, running his hand over Haku’s side and letting it rest on a hipbone.

After pondering a moment, Haku admitted, “I want to do for you what you did for me last night.”

“Remember what I said then? You have to be able to say what you mean if you want to do it.”

Haku blushed. “I want to suck your cock,” he said, feeling as though the words sounded odd coming from his mouth.

Zabuza didn’t seem to think so though, because he smirked and said, “I’d like that.” He rolled onto his back and spread his legs a bit so that the younger man would have easy access.

Haku followed Zabuza’s lead and knelt between his lover’s legs. He looked down at Zabuza’s now fully erect cock and licked his lips. He wasn’t sure that something that long would fit all the way into his mouth, but he would try his best to please Zabuza. He looked up at Zabuza for guidance, and the two pairs of brown eyes met.

“Go ahead,” Zabuza said huskily.

Haku leaned over and wrapped his lips around Zabuza’s cock, swirling his tongue around the head, remembering what had felt good to him the night before. He lowered his head, sucking a bit more of Zabuza’s length into his mouth, and licking the shaft as he went.

Zabuza let out a hum of pleasure, and his fingers tangled in Haku’s hair, tugging gently. “Good boy,” the older man said with a groan.

Haku moaned around Zabuza’s erection, discovering that he liked it when his hair was pulled. His own cock was already leaking precome and aching to be touched, but he was doing his best to concentrate on the task at hand. He continued to suck and lick, finding a rhythm of bobbing his head, sucking on the way up, and licking over the cockhead before sinking down again. After not much time, his jaw began to get tired, and he had trouble keeping up the pace.

“Enough,” Zabuza growled.

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And I’m leaving you there because I’m eeeevil. *cackles gleefully* Seriously, though, there’s one more part and I’ll post it next week. I hope you enjoyed the story so far! Please leave a comment to tell me what you think!

Be Sure To Check Out The Other Stories:

Follow all your favorites and read the first 100 words of each story on the group’s website:

One thing you should know before reading this story is that Haku is not typical for a young teen. In addition to a past that made him grow up very fast out of necessity, he has lived as an adult for years by the main plot of this piece. His accepted role in life is to be Zabuza’s weapon, killing for Zabuza and anyone who employs them. He is old beyond his years, has seen much and done much. And he is the one to initiate sex with Zabuza in this story, and Zabuza does not take unfair advantage of him. I don’t write underage sex lightly, especially when one partner is much older, so I wanted to address this before the story itself. I will understand anyone skipping the next few weeks of my FFF posts if they prefer not to read a relationship between people with this big of an age gap and the younger being fourteen.

Now that’s out of the way…

Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

ADVISORIES/CATEGORIES: consensual sex between a 14-year-old young man and 24-year-old man, discussion of puberty, explicit sexual content (oral and anal), somewhat D/s relationship (Master/weapon is the best way to describe their relationship), M/M, mentions of violence.

Potentially unfamiliar terms: shinobi is the word for ninjas in this universe.

I hope you enjoy part two of Sleeping Arrangements! I started it out with the last bit of the previous part to jog people’s memory if they don’t want to reread the whole previous part but want to get back in the zone.

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“I’m not going to do anything if you can’t even say it, Haku,” Zabuza said, his voice serious.

Taking a deep breath, Haku steeled his nerves. “Do you want to have sex? With me?”

“That’s more like it,” Zabuza said, and rewarded Haku with another pet to his hair. “Yes, I do… but only if you’re sure this is what you really want. You’re only fourteen. And I’m…”

“I may be young but I’ve been your weapon for years. I’m grown up enough,” Haku said, suddenly all seriousness himself. “I want you.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” Zabuza said with a low growl, and leaned over to kiss Haku. It was gentle and soft and everything that Haku could have hoped for. Zabuza led the kiss, licking at Haku’s lips, his tongue requesting entrance. Haku got the signal and opened his mouth, letting the older man’s tongue twine with his own. Zabuza sucked on Haku’s tongue, drawing a moan from the young man. Haku reached out to grip Zabuza’s arm as he kissed back with as much passion as he could, and Zabuza ran his hand down Haku’s side. Both were naked from the waist up, and their chests were touching.

Haku was fully aroused in no time, and he gasped when he felt something hard and hot pressing against his leg. It seemed that Zabuza was just as hard as he was. Haku tentatively reached down under the covers, and palmed Zabuza’s erection, which was only covered by a pair of pajama pants. The older man let out a pleased hum at the touch, and pushed his groin into Haku’s hand. He broke off the kiss, and lightly nipped at Haku’s neck and collarbone, his hand joining Haku’s under the blankets to stroke the teen’s cock through his pants. Haku whimpered at the feeling of being touched by a hand other than his own, and the pleasant sensations from the mouth on him left him aching for more.

Haku complied, and Zabuza threw the covers aside, exposing them both to the cool air of the room. He straddled Haku’s legs and kissed him once more, before turning his attention to the young man’s nipples. He licked one while gently pinching the other, drawing a moan from Haku that made Haku throw his hand over his mouth.

Stopping for a moment and chuckling, Zabuza gently pulled Haku’s hand away from his mouth. “It’s all right. I want to hear you.” Without waiting for any reply, he returned to Haku’s nipples, less gentle now.

Haku moaned even louder as Zabuza pinched one nipple harder, rolling it between his fingers, and sucking and nipping at the other. He had never known that there was such a deep connection between his nipples and his cock, but what the older man was doing had made him harder than he thought was possible.

Zabuza must have noticed this, because he released Haku’s nipples and started kissing his way down the pale, flat stomach. When he reached the hem of Haku’s pants, he paused, and looked into the teen’s eyes.

“Please,” Haku whispered, almost desperately.

And that was all it took. Zabuza got off Haku and rid him of his pants, then gently pushed Haku’s legs open. Haku wondered why Zabuza didn’t take off his own pants, but all coherent thought flew out the window when Haku watched Zabuza surround Haku’s cock with his mouth. A needy whimper escaped Haku’s throat when Zabuza sucked at the sensitive tip, and Haku grabbed at Zabuza’s hair, just to have something to hold on to, to ground him to reality. Zabuza seemed to like it, as he groaned around Haku’s cock, which sent a shudder through Haku’s body.

Gripping one of Haku’s hipbones with one hand, Zabuza put more power into his suction, and alternated between taking Haku’s full length into his throat and flicking his tongue over the head. Within minutes, Haku’s breathing was ragged and he knew that he was reaching his peak.

A few more flicks of Zabuza’s tongue at the sensitive underside of the head proved to be Haku’s undoing. He cried out as his orgasm tore through him and his release filled Zabuza’s mouth. The older man swallowed quickly, then released Haku’s cock from his mouth, and returned to Haku’s side to lie beside the panting teen. Zabuza gently rolled Haku onto his side so that they were once more chest to chest, and he pressed a soft kiss to Haku’s lips, then stroked his hair and back. Haku let out a happy sound that was almost a purr.

“Did you like that?”

Haku giggled. “Yes… was amazing.” He let himself bask in the afterglow and the comfort of being wrapped in Zabuza’s warmth.

He was just starting to drift off to sleep when he realized that he hadn’t done anything to take care of Zabuza’s erection. “Wait… what about you?”

Zabuza chuckled for the third time that night. “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of me next time. For now, just enjoy how you’re feeling, and let’s go to sleep.” He kissed Haku’s temple.

Haku sighed happily and snuggled even closer to Zabuza. There were three words that he wanted to say, but wasn’t sure what the response would be… and he was so very sleepy. So he contented himself with the fact that Zabuza had been so wonderfully tender, and hoped in his heart that this meant that Zabuza loved him. Looking forward to the morning, when he hoped to pay back his companion in kind, Haku drifted off to sleep in Zabuza’s arms.

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There is more to come of these two, next week. I hope you enjoyed the story so far! Please leave a comment to tell me what you think!

Be Sure To Check Out The Other Stories:

Follow all your favorites and read the first 100 words of each story on the group’s website:

One thing you should know before reading this story is that Haku is not typical for a young teen. In addition to a past that made him grow up very fast out of necessity, he has lived as an adult for years by the main plot of this piece. His accepted role in life is to be Zabuza’s weapon, killing for Zabuza and anyone who employs them. He is old beyond his years, has seen much and done much. And he is the one to initiate sex with Zabuza in this story, and Zabuza does not take unfair advantage of him. I don’t write underage sex lightly, especially when one partner is much older, so I wanted to address this before the story itself. I will understand anyone skipping the next few weeks of my FFF posts if they prefer not to read a relationship between people with this big of an age gap and the younger being fourteen.

Now that’s out of the way…

Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

ADVISORIES/CATEGORIES: consensual sex between a 14-year-old young man and 24-year-old man, discussion of puberty, explicit sexual content (oral and anal), somewhat D/s relationship (Master/weapon is the best way to describe their relationship), M/M, mentions of violence.

Potentially unfamiliar terms: shinobi is the word for ninjas in this universe.

I hope you enjoy the first part of Sleeping Arrangements!

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Haku and Zabuza had shared a bed for almost as long as they had traveled together.

Zabuza had discovered early on that it was the best way to go about making sure that his weapon and companion was of sound mind. Haku was tormented by frequent nightmares of his past; he dreamed of his father murdering his mother, then himself having to kill the men who were set upon killing him, including his own father. He tossed and turned in the middle of the night, whimpering, then woke up in a cold sweat and crying, upset not just from the dreams but also by the fact that he was weak. He wanted to be strong for Zabuza, to be the perfect weapon… but the memories of his troubled past were still fresh in his mind.

So after a few nights of being awakened by Haku’s sobs, Zabuza invited the boy to crawl into bed with him just before they went to sleep. Haku timidly joined Zabuza under the covers, and found himself wrapped in a strong arm and pulled closer so that he could snuggle up against the broad chest. That night, they both slept soundly.

From then on, that was the status quo. It saved them money when they had to pay to rent rooms, and made it easier for people to house them when they were hired. People probably thought the worst – that Zabuza was taking advantage of Haku – but this was not the case. Their sleeping arrangements were logical, and neither of them found it odd to take comfort in falling asleep and waking up nestled against another warm body. This went on for years.

And then sometime during Haku’s thirteenth year of life, things changed. His first wet dream blindsided him, and he was more than a little embarrassed when he woke to find the mess on his underwear and the sheets. He apologized to Zabuza, who merely laughed, stroked his hair affectionately, and gave Haku “the talk” about puberty. Haku listened quietly to the discussions of physical changes and hygiene. His interest was piqued when Zabuza hesitated when talking about the intricacies of sex. Not only did the older man talk about sex between a man and a woman, but also between two men.

The concept of homosexuality did not seem odd to Haku for some reason. When he mulled it over later, he realized that his appreciation of his companion’s body might be more than just recognition of the older man’s strength and fitness as a shinobi. He had found himself glancing at Zabuza more often lately, practically staring at him, especially when Zabuza was not fully clothed. He didn’t tend to look at others in this way, but his main focus on life was on Zabuza after all. And now his newly awakening sexuality drew him even closer to the man in his thoughts, if not his actions.

A few months after his first wet dream, after he had turned fourteen, Haku could hold back his feelings for Zabuza no longer. He had come to terms with the fact that he was in love with Zabuza, and wanted him badly. So one night, when they got into bed, instead of just snuggling into his companion’s bare chest, Haku changed the routine. He pressed timid kisses to Zabuza’s cheek, jawline, and neck. He traced his fingers over Zabuza’s toned chest, then let his hands rest over the older man’s strongly beating heart. He didn’t really know what he was doing, he just wanted to make the older man feel good, and for his feelings and touches to be returned.

“Haku,” Zabuza said in a low rumble, “Stop.”

Hurt, Haku drew back. “I’m sorry, Zabuza… I just…” he didn’t know what to say, and was afraid that he had made a horrible mistake.

Zabuza turned to face him, and cupped the teen’s cheek in his hand. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. But do you even realize what you’re doing?”

Haku gulped. “Yes? Maybe? I don’t know.” He buried his head in Zabuza’s chest, embarrassed. He was Zabuza’s weapon, why did he think that a man nearly twice his age would return his affections? Granted, the man had always been kind to him, in his own way, but he had never made any sexual advances. Haku felt foolish.

Letting out a rare laugh, Zabuza stroked Haku’s long hair. “It’s okay. I just don’t want you to do anything you’d regret, and if you kept doing what you were doing, I don’t think I could resist you.”

Haku’s head shot back up, and he looked into Zabuza’s eyes. “You mean… you want to?”

“Want to what?”

Haku had a feeling that Zabuza knew exactly what Haku meant. “Um… you know…” he trailed off, unable to say the words.

“I’m not going to do anything if you can’t even say it, Haku,” Zabuza said, his voice serious.

Taking a deep breath, Haku steeled his nerves. “Do you want to have sex? With me?”

“That’s more like it,” Zabuza said, and rewarded Haku with another pet to his hair. “Yes, I do… but only if you’re sure this is what you really want. You’re only fourteen. And I’m…”

“I may be young but I’ve been your weapon for years. I’m grown up enough,” Haku said, suddenly all seriousness himself. “I want you.”

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For week ten of http://www.freefictionfriday.com I’m sharing a very short comedic piece. It has sex-related talk but no actual sex or romance. I wrote it for a fanfiction meme that had authors list pairings from several different series, and gave scenarios that mixed and matched the characters from the various series for authors to write crossover drabbles. This drabble was my response to the prompt “Tell us how (Person X) would react to seeing (Person Z) nekkid!” The characters were Dr. Gregory House from the live action TV show HouseM.D. and Edward Elric from the anime/manga Fullmetal Alchemist. This is a bizarre crossover, but I came up with an interesting concept, I think. It takes place in the House M.D. world. It doesn’t matter how Ed got there from his world for the story to make sense.

This is another story from a prolific streak two and a half years ago, so the disclaimer I’ve been using recently about how I’m a better writer now than I was then applies.

I hope you enjoy Clinic Visit, and aren’t upset with me for ending it where I did!

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“Hmmmm… those are some interesting prosthetics you’ve got there,” House said, sizing up Ed’s automail, completely ignoring the fact that the younger man was naked and sporting an erection. “Do you have any pain at the connection points? I’d be interested in speaking to your mechanic.” He twirled his cane between long fingers as he leaned against the counter by the sink in the clinic treatment room.

“Damn it, bastard, I’m not here to get you a new leg,” Ed growled. “If you haven’t noticed, I’ve got a hard-on, and it hasn’t gone away in four hours! Some asshole thought it would be funny to sneak a ton of Viagra into my food.”

“Have you tried, oh, I don’t know, jerking off?” House asked in his usual ‘all patients are idiots’ tone. He took in Ed’s visible lack of embarrassment with being nude. He didn’t know why his patient had chosen to forgo the hospital gown that sat on the examination table, but it was certainly amusing.

“Hmmm,” House pretended to think for much longer than he actually needed to formulate a solution. A quick glance at Ed’s cock had been enough to note that it looked painfully red, but he drew out his answer anyway, just for the hell of it. “I think this calls for an alternative treatment.”

Turning away from Ed, who was glaring at him expectantly, House opened a drawer and grabbed a tube. He removed a pair of gloves from the box on the counter and snapped them on before speaking again. “Direct prostate stimulation may just do the trick.”

House smirked and approached Ed, who remained silent, eyes widening in trepidation.

“Now bend over the exam table.”

The End

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Today, I’m sharing a piece I wrote for a fanfiction/fanart contest a few years ago. The pairing is Kotetsu (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Kotetsu_Hagane) and Izumo (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Izumo_Kamizuki) of Naruto and the theme for the contest was “on duty”. This piece contains no plot spoilers for the series, and can be understood without knowing anything about the series (though, there are some small references that might be more entertaining if you’re familiar with it). All you need to know is that at the time of this story, Tsunade is the Hokage (leader) of Konoha (the village where they live), and Kotetsu and Izumo are shinobi (ninja) who are a team.

Potentially unfamiliar terms: the suffix “sama” – an honorific used for someone of a much higher station. Nin – short for ninja. Other terms covered above.

Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

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“No sex on missions.”

Kotetsu blinked a few times, his eyebrows raised in shock. Tsunade had called him and Izumo into her office near the end of the workday, not saying what she needed to see them about. He had not known what to expect, but he had certainly not anticipated the words she had just spoken in clipped tones.

“Tsunade-sama?” Izumo asked, apparently just as surprised at Kotetsu.

“Don’t worry, I tell all couples this if they work in the field together. It’s standard procedure for me to remind you, even though it’s in the shinobi rules. Yes, I know you’ve been together for a while, the whole village knows it. Congratulations by the way, it’s about time.” Tsunade’s voice softened and she graced them with a brief smile.

“Anyway. I called you in today because, as you know, missions have been picking up lately, so you may get sent out. Couples who work together can lose focus if they’re too wrapped up in each other. But that’s not an option, for you two especially – I don’t want to get a message that my assistants got captured or killed because they were too busy screwing to notice an enemy’s presence. Or that you lost a battle due to being in a post-coital haze.” She said all of this matter-of-factly, taking turns looking at Izumo and Kotetsu, as though she were making sure they were taking what she said seriously.

Kotetsu felt as though his insides were squirming just from the way Tsunade looked at him. He resisted the temptation to glance over at his lover, who was undoubtedly equally uncomfortable.

“That being said, there can be an exception if it’s absolutely necessary – and I don’t just mean that you’re horny, that doesn’t count as an emergency. You’re shinobi and I expect you to act as such when on duty. But I don’t want you to go into shutdown and come back a mess.”

Kotetsu nodded, letting her words sink in. What she was saying made sense, really. And it wasn’t as though he couldn’t keep his hands off of Izumo for a day. Or two. Or a week.

A week? Who was he kidding? It would be torture. He sighed, and Tsunade raised an eyebrow and glared at him. Kotetsu swallowed a lump in his throat and managed to muster his most serious expression. He was a shinobi. On a mission, he could set aside his base desires. Somehow.

Tsunade seemed placated by Kotetsu’s change in demeanor, and continued. “I hope I don’t have to tell you this but I will anyway – no sex in the workplace either – on duty or off. Not at the missions desk, or in the closet, and especially not in my office. I don’t want ass-marks – or worse – on my desk, I try to keep it clean.” She grinned wickedly at them. “You are dismissed.”

With that, she looked down at the paperwork on her desk and the two men took their leave. The workday was over so they headed out of the Hokage tower and leisurely made their way back to their apartment, arms around each other’s waists.

“You know, I wonder if she’s installed cameras in the Hokage tower,” Kotetsu mused after they had been walking in amicable silence for a while. “I mean, it’s almost as though she wants to catch us. You saw her expression way back when she walked in on us holding hands when we were trying to solve the code.”

Izumo rolled his eyes. “I really don’t think she wants any homemade porn of us, she was just teasing. I hope, anyway. The idea is creepy.” He shuddered. “Not like I’d want to take the chance,” he said, glancing at Kotetsu out of the corner of his uncovered eye.

“Aww, it’d be fun,” Kotetsu joked. “Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to skip lunch and fuck in the closet.”

Izumo laughed. “There’s a difference between wanting to do something and doing it. Who knows what Tsunade-sama would make us do to make up for it if we got caught?”

“I know, I know,” Kotetsu agreed, pulling out his key when they arrived at their apartment. “Waiting a few hours until work is over isn’t too much torture.” He unlocked the door and Izumo worked at disabling traps. “As long as I get to have this – ” Kotetsu grabbed his lover’s ass as he followed Izumo into the entryway – “and this –” he continued, reaching around and fondling Izumo’s crotch. “- when I get home,” he finished with a cheeky grin.

Izumo laughed and turned, pulling Kotetsu into a kiss. They parted long enough for Izumo to whisper, “Of course.”

Within minutes, clothing littered the floor and the two were in bed, bodies joined in a way that felt so familiar, so good, and so right.

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It was mere days later when Iruka informed them that they had been assigned to an upcoming mission and would leave the next day. The mission was simple enough, nothing to write home about. Just a simple search for a rogue nin, who knew information that could be of use to enemies. Kotetsu and Izumo were even permitted to use force and kill her if necessary rather than capturing her and bringing her back to the village.

It took Izumo and Kotetsu a few days to find the rogue nin, but when they did, the battle was brief but intense. They did end up having to kill her, something that Kotetsu didn’t like, but he was able to deal with it, as was Izumo. This was part of being a shinobi, after all. When they took care of disposing of the body, they shared a look, communicating wordlessly, each confirming that the other was okay, more mentally and emotionally than physically.

The wind, which had been present during the whole mission, but mild, strengthened and grew bitterly cold as the two men made their way back to Konoha. They were only a few hours from their destination by the time evening had fallen, but Kotetsu was growing tired of fighting the frigid wind. He looked over at his partner, who bounded through the trees beside him, and gestured toward the ground, indicating that it might be a good idea to set up camp. Izumo nodded and they descended to the forest floor.

First priority was setting up their tent – it was too cold to bother eating outside, even with a fire. They made do with a meal of dried ninja rations while sitting on their sleeping bags. The tent blocked the wind, but they could still hear it tearing through the trees outside, and the cold seeped through the thin fabric of the tent.

Kotetsu shivered. “The first thing I’m doing when I get back home is taking a long, hot shower.”

“You’d better be willing to share that shower,” Izumo replied with a smirk. “I don’t want you to use up all the hot water and not save any for me. Besides, it’s been days since we’ve had sex and I want to make up for that as soon as possible.”

“Don’t remind me,” Kotetsu groaned. “It’s so hard just sleeping next to you, I’ve wanted you so bad.”

Izumo nodded. “I can see why Tsunade-sama warned us. It’d be too easy to just give in to our impulses, but we need to stay in the right mindset for the mission.”

“And yet somehow I feel like Tsunade-sama would find out,” Izumo said. “Damn it, why did you have to bring up the idea of her installing cameras in the tower? Now I feel like there are people in the trees watching us.” He playfully tugged on a few of Kotetsu’s spikes.

Kotetsu swatted Izumo’s hand away. “If you don’t want to make me horny, don’t touch my hair,” he warned, but then leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lover’s lips.

“We should get to sleep,” Izumo said. “The sooner we get up the sooner we’ll be in that shower.”

“Agreed,” Kotetsu said.

Both men crawled into their sleeping bags, fully clothed. Izumo faced one wall of the tent, and Kotetsu pressed up against his lover’s back as close as he could through the sleeping bags separating them.

“Night, ’Zumo. Love you.”

“Love you too, ’Tetsu. Sleep well.”

But half an hour later, Kotetsu still couldn’t sleep, and judging by the cadence and shallowness of Izumo’s breathing, the other man was awake as well. Kotetsu sighed. It was just too cold for his body to relax enough to drift into dreamland.

“Hey. ’Zumo.”

“Yeah?”

“I think it’d be warmer if we joined our sleeping bags together and got naked. Sharing body heat and all.” Kotetsu wasn’t even thinking about sex at this point; he just wanted to warm up.

“Honestly, that’s a good idea,” Izumo replied.

Despite the dark, the two managed to make quick work of unzipping their sleeping bags and joining them together. They awkwardly shucked their clothes while in the cocoon they had created, taking care to avoid exposing newly nude skin to the air in the tent. When their clothing was kicked to the bottom of the sleeping bags, Kotetsu and Izumo found themselves facing each other with only their heads peeking out. Kotetsu maneuvered himself flush up against Izumo, and groaned at the full body contact. Izumo’s skin was warm, warmer than clothing and sleeping bag had been. Izumo must have felt the same way, because he let out a pleased hum.

They breathed each other’s spent breath, and Kotetsu wrapped his arms around the other man and hugged him, wanting more skin on skin, more warmth.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” Kotetsu murmured, pressing his forehead to Izumo’s.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Kotetsu?” Izumo asked. There was a playful lilt in his voice.

“I actually wasn’t planning on it,” Kotetsu admitted. “But now that you mention it… sex would definitely make us warmer.” He pressed his groin into Izumo’s. Neither man was hard at the moment, but that could change very quickly.

“I was just kidding. We’ve been so good so far, and we shouldn’t have sex since it’s not absolutely necessary. We’re still technically on a mission.”

“Don’t you think freezing our balls off counts as an emergency? You know, testosterone and all. I bet we wouldn’t fight as well without it.”

Izumo laughed. “Using physiology as an excuse, nice. Though in a way, you’re right. If we lost them that would definitely put a cramp in our sex life. Which would make us less effective as shinobi due to frustration.”

Kotetsu grinned in the dark. “I knew you’d see things my way.” He didn’t mention the fact that technically it was Izumo who had started them down this path. He was merely happy that they were going to be doing something.

Kotetsu ran his fingers down Izumo’s back and squeezed his lover’s ass. He felt Izumo’s cock hardening against his own, and pressed his mouth to Izumo’s. They kissed lazily, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, and Izumo stroked Kotetsu’s side before resting his hand on Kotetsu’s waist. Izumo tasted faintly of the jerky they had eaten earlier, but behind that was a taste that was all Izumo, one that Kotetsu knew and loved.

It wasn’t long before just the touch of their bodies against each other and kissing weren’t enough. Kotetsu didn’t know who had initiated it, but they were grinding their erections together, and Kotetsu moaned into Izumo’s mouth. Then he remembered something, and pulled back.

“Shit,” Kotetsu swore.

“Hmmm? What’s wrong?”

“No lube.”

Izumo was silent for a moment. “We do have medicinal salve,” he offered.

“Yeah, but that would mean getting out of this nice warm place and into the cold to dig through our bags.” Kotetsu mused. “Well, there are other things we can do.”

“I think blowjobs are out – breathing would be hard to do from completely under the sleeping bag. Besides,” Izumo added, wrinkling his nose, “we’re not exactly clean.”

“How about this,” Kotetsu asked, and drew back his hips just a bit so that he could wrap his hand around Izumo’s cock. He stroked slowly, just a tease.

Their lips met once more, and Kotetsu let himself get lost in Izumo’s taste, in the feel of the warm chest against his own, in the delightful sensations coming from the hand that working over his cock. Kotetsu’s hand moved almost without him having to think about it, he was so familiar with Izumo’s body, with what made his lover feel good, as amazing as Izumo was making him feel.

A particular swipe of Izumo’s thumb over the head of Kotetsu’s cock made arousal spike and flood through Kotetsu’s body. He let out a small noise of need, which Izumo swallowed. Precome was leaking unchecked from the slit, and Kotetsu moaned when Izumo spread it around, adding just a slight bit of glide to the strokes. Soon Kotetsu was able to do the same for his lover, the slick indications of Izumo’s arousal making Kotetsu want Izumo even more.

They rarely made love like this, just stroking each other to the point of coming, usually preferring more full body contact. Still, no matter the situation, Kotetsu wanted nothing more than to please Izumo, and he knew that his lover felt the same way. Trying to focus more on Izumo than on his own pleasure, Kotetsu paid more attention to the movements of his hand over Izumo’s cock. He finally broke their kiss, wanting to look into his lover’s eyes, but it was too dark to see anything but the outline of the other man. He knew what Izumo’s face would look like though – he had seen it so many times.

“Izumo,” he said softly, tenderness filling the single word, and then he cried out suddenly as Izumo’s thumb rubbed against the particularly sensitive spot under the head of Kotetsu’s cock.

“Can’t last,” Kotetsu admitted. It had only been a few days since they had made love, and since he had come, but he had wanted Izumo so badly ever time night had fallen. So every movement of Izumo’s hand, the sound of Izumo’s breathing, and the warmth radiating from Izumo’s body drove Kotetsu closer and closer to the edge.

“Then come for me,” Izumo whispered, voice a combination of love and lust. He tightened his fist and stroked faster, his own breathing ragged from what Kotetsu was doing to him.

It wasn’t much longer before Kotetsu was there, Izumo’s words and hand wrenching his orgasm from him. He let out a strangled cry as he came, balls tightening and cock pulsing with the successive spurts of his release.

Kotetsu’s hand grew slack as he rode out the aftershocks, and Izumo let out a noise of frustration, dropping his hand from Kotetsu’s cock and gripping Kotetsu’s hip instead.

“Sorry,” Kotetsu murmured, and managed to tighten his grip and start stroking again.

Izumo was soon trembling slightly, his hand tightly squeezing Kotetsu’s hip and Kotetsu could tell that his lover was teetering on the brink of orgasm. It only took a few more moments, a few more flicks of Kotetsu’s wrist, before Izumo cried out and came, hot seed spurting onto Kotetsu’s belly.

Kotetsu released Izumo’s cock, and the two lay there for several minutes, the only sound that of their slowing breathing and the wind outside tearing through the trees.

Eventually, Izumo used his foot to retrieve an article of clothing to clean the come off their bodies. When Izumo wiped him down, Kotetsu could tell from the texture that it was a pair of boxers and was grateful that Izumo hadn’t unthinkingly used one of their outer pieces of clothing. If that had been the case, they would have had to wash it to avoid wearing the signs of their indiscretions when they returned home.

Because yes, what they had just done had been an indiscretion. There had been no true emergency. They wouldn’t have frozen to death if they hadn’t jerked each other off. They were still on a mission, and the hokage had said ‘no sex on missions’.

But in that moment, in his post-orgasmic bliss, Kotetsu didn’t give a damn.

“Me, too. Love you.” Izumo kissed Kotetsu, a brief press of lips on lips, then rolled with his back to Kotetsu.

“Love you too,” Kotetsu said, and wrapped an arm around Izumo, holding him close.

And with that, they fell asleep within minutes.

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“Hagane! Kamizuki!” Tsunade roared. “In my office, now!”

Kotetsu started in surprise and Izumo accidentally dropped the mission report that he had been about to hand to Iruka. Kotetsu turned to look at the hokage, who was already storming to her office, ponytails swishing back and forth.

“I’ll handle those,” Iruka said, indicating the papers that had slipped from Izumo’s fingers to the floor when the man had flinched at Tsunade’s voice. “You’d better follow her now before she gets angrier.”

Kotetsu could have sworn that Iruka was holding back a laugh, and stood stock still trying to puzzle out what was going on.

Izumo muttered a quick “thanks” and grabbed his partner’s arm, pulling Kotetsu back to the moment.

The two walked briskly down the hallway toward Tsunade’s office. Kotetsu said nothing, wondering why Tsunade would be angry with them. The mission had gone well, as had their work before leaving. He could only think of one thing, and looked over to his best friend, partner, and lover.

They didn’t need to speak; both were thinking the same thing.

‘How the hell did she know?’

And more importantly, ‘What is she going to do to us?’

The End

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We’re up to week eight of http://www.freefictionfriday.com! For this week’s post, I’m sharing my very first piece of M/M erotica, written back in 2007. Ah, memories… It is set in the Naruto manga/anime universe and features Iruka (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Iruka_Umino) and Kakashi (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Kakashi_Hatake). This piece contains no real plot spoilers for the series, and can be understood without knowing anything about the series. All you need to know is that Iruka’s a teacher of young ninja and Kakashi is a leader of a small team of ninja. It’s pretty much pure smut.

There is audio of me reading this fic, here http://www.mediafire.com/listen/kxg1hu24au2x1p1/Why_Kakashi_is_Always_Late_(KakashiXIruka).mp3 You can listen to it streaming or download it. It’s admittedly not the cleanest recording, and it has some intro material from when I recorded a few years ago for a live audience, but if you like to have stories read to you, check it out! There are a few differences in verbiage between the written and audio versions due to recent edits of the written story.

Potentially unfamiliar terms: Icha-Icha – Kakashi’s favorite book series, which is erotic romance. Sharingan – a magic eye that can do some pretty interesting stuff. Kakashi has one sharingan eye, which he keeps closed when not using it.

Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

And, just a reminder: though hopefully enjoyable, this piece is not indicative of my current writing skills (like I said, first M/M smut fic, written in 2007). I made a few edits before posting it here, though. Among other things, I’ve weeded out the majority of epithets, including all the comparative ones (you don’t want to know how many times I had “the brunet”, “his lover”, “the older man”, “the younger man”, “the chuunin”, and “the jounin” (the last two are ranks)). There is still a third person omniscient perspective, so if you don’t like head-hopping, this may not be your cup of tea. Though, to me and those who have read this before, it’s clear who feels/thinks what…
Anyway, enough disclaimers. If I haven’t scared you away with all of that, I hope you have fun reading!

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Iruka’s fingers tangled in Kakashi’s silver hair, breath coming in short gasps.
“Ka..ka..shi..” Iruka groaned, completely at the mercy of the man who was doing such amazing things with his mouth. Kakashi was focusing all his attention on pleasing his lover, sucking hard on Iruka’s erection, tongue alternating between flicking over the tip and teasing along the shaft.

Raising his head but not quite releasing Iruka’s length, he asked, “What? Should I stop?”

The warm breath against wet, sensitive skin made Iruka shiver, and he growled at Kakashi’s teasing, pushing Kakashi’s head back down onto his cock. Kakashi resumed his previous actions and pressed two fingers against the very root of Iruka’s cock, just behind his balls, while continuing to suck and lick at the head. This caused Iruka to tremble and made his breathing grow even more erratic. Kakashi laughed at the reactions, which sent pleasurable vibrations down Iruka’s length. This elicited a moan, which Iruka, embarrassed, attempted to muffle by stuffing a fist into his mouth. Kakashi pulled Iruka’s arm aside gently.

“I want to hear you,” he said after releasing Iruka again. “Don’t hold back.” His voice was soft and caring, but commanding.

Finally, Iruka let go, fully surrendering to the feelings welling up within his body. After a few more moments of delightful torment, he was screaming Kakashi’s name.

“Kakashi!” Iruka’s hips jerked and he came with a guttural groan, his seed spilling into Kakashi’s mouth.

Easily swallowing the come, Kakashi slowly released Iruka’s cock and scooted up to lay beside Iruka in their bed. They kissed, and Iruka could taste himself on Kakashi’s tongue.

“I’m glad I was able to help you relax,” Kakashi said, poking fun at Iruka’s normally uptight exterior.

“I was already plenty relaxed after last night’s sex and sleep. You’re the one who decided to molest me the moment I woke up,” the post-coital man said leisurely, though he was not at all upset to receive a surprise blowjob.

Kakashi played along. “Sorry, since I read Icha-Icha before bed, I had sex dreams and woke up horny. And you’re too cute to resist when you’re sleeping.” He stroked Iruka’s chest.

“Pervert. And I know we’re not done yet.” He smiled and grabbed Kakashi’s erection. Kakashi would need to be satisfied.

“Of course not. And it’s not just for me,” Kakashi said seductively, as though reading the Iruka’s mind. “You want my cock inside of you as much as I want to fuck you until you’re screaming again.”

Iruka blushed, getting aroused once more. Kakashi was the only one who knew that the seemingly straight-laced teacher not only craved frequent sex, but also got turned on by dirty talk. Iruka drew Kakashi close and kissed him hard.

Kakashi chuckled at his eager partner. “You’re up for more already?”

Iruka mutely nodded.

“Can you flip over?”

Iruka did so, propped up on elbows and knees. Kakashi’s long-neglected erection twitched when he saw Iruka so open and ready for him. Quickly grabbing a vial of lubricant from the bedside table, he coated a few fingers with the slick substance. Kakashi gripped one of Iruka’s hips to steady him, and slowly pushed two fingers into his entrance. Iruka moaned as Kakashi stretched him open.

Normally, Kakashi preferred to torment Iruka, pleasuring him, but not enough to reach orgasm, until Iruka was begging Kakashi to take him. This time however, Iruka simply looked so gorgeous – face flushed, hair spread out over his back and the pillow – that Kakashi didn’t bother to resist any longer. He ran his tongue up Iruka’s spine, provoking a shiver, before removing his fingers, lubricating his own erection and burying himself deep inside tight heat.

The sensation of being so suddenly filled made Iruka gasp. No matter how often they did this, he was always amazed at how good it felt when Kakashi’s hard length entered him. After giving Iruka a moment to acclimate, the older man began to thrust slowly into Iruka from behind, reveling in the tight heat of the passage surrounding him.

The two men’s bodies moved in harmony, Kakashi’s cock rubbing against Iruka’s prostate with every stroke. Though pleasure filled Kakashi, he knew he would be able to last long enough to make Iruka come first. Kakashi’s endurance as a ninja carried over to his stamina in the bedroom (or in the bath, in the shower, on the floor, over the table, wherever he decided to take Iruka). He enjoyed pleasing Iruka even more than he cared about his own physical gratification. It was just worth it to hear the sounds that came from Iruka, to admire his flushed skin and expressions of ecstasy. The man beneath Kakashi, surrounding him, was simply beautiful. This just made Kakashi want Iruka more, and he began to speed up with his thrusts.

A strangled scream made its way out of Iruka’s throat. Pleasure built within him as Kakashi’s cock pressed against his walls and sweet spot with faster and harder thrusts. He could keep taking it for hours, it felt so amazing, but his body wouldn’t withstand as much sensation as Kakashi could give him. Iruka simply let himself enjoy what Kakashi was doing to make him feel so good.

Kakashi felt Iruka’s relaxation and wrapped an arm around Iruka’s chest to support him. Toying with a hard nipple, Kakashi pressed kisses over Iruka’s exposed back, while continuing to thrust himself repeatedly into the tight body quaking beneath him.

“How do you feel?” Kakashi whispered into Iruka’s ear, trailing his hand down Iruka’s chest and stomach, teasingly close to the erection below.

“Mmm,” purred Iruka, “Touch me… please…” he begged, knowing Kakashi would show him some mercy. He was so close to the edge, all he wanted was for Kakashi to push him over it.

Kakashi obliged and wrapped a strong hand around Iruka’s cock, still wet from their earlier activities. Iruka groaned at the initial contact, but could only whimper and moan when Kakashi sped up the pace of both his strokes and thrusts.

Soon, the combination of friction against his prostate and the stroking of Kakashi’s hand over the head of his erection were too much to bear. He came with a final moan, his semen shooting out onto the sheets and Kakashi’s hand. Kakashi continued to support his lover as the tightening of Iruka’s inner muscles brought him to his peak, his powerful orgasm driving his hips forward and making him come deep inside Iruka.

They remained in that position for several moments, Iruka trembling while being held up by a comforting arm around his chest. Kakashi tenderly kissed Iruka on the back of the neck before pulling out. Helping Iruka relax on his side, Kakashi lay on his back and provided his broad chest as a pillow. Iruka sighed happily as Kakashi stroked his hair with one hand and licked the semen off the other.

“Love you,” Iruka murmured into Kakashi’s chest.

Kakashi smiled, bent forward to kiss Iruka on the forehead, and held him close.

“Love you too, Iruka.” He lay back, closing his right eye, his left having been closed the whole time to avoid using his sharingan.

After a while of just laying nude with Kakashi, the sleepy teacher realized it was probably a good idea to get up and get ready for the day.

“Kakashi? What time is it?” he asked, hoping it was still early enough for him to have adequate time to prepare for school.

Glaring down at his lazy partner, Iruka spoke with the exasperation of a teacher lecturing a disobedient child for the hundredth time. In fact, that was exactly what he was doing. “First off, I have to be at school at eight. But more importantly, you’re supposed to have been training your team since an hour ago! You do this all the time!”

Unfazed, Kakashi replied, “They can practice together for a while. That’s what teams are for.”

“No, it’s just an excuse for you to be lazy!” Iruka sighed and shoved Kakashi out of their bed, half in annoyance and half because he felt like the other man deserved it. Kakashi fell to the floor with a satisfying thump. “This is why you’re late for everything, even missions. You have no self discipline and no ability to prioritize.” Iruka chided, as he got out of bed, the responsible teacher once more.

Kakashi got up from the floor then stood face to face with Iruka, giving a cheeky grin before pulling on his clothes but still leaving his handsome face bare. “Well, it’s not like it did any harm today. And it’s not out of laziness that I did this. You enjoyed yourself too, I know…”

Iruka, now out of his wanton sexual mindset, didn’t respond and merely blushed.

Kakashi kissed him tenderly and whispered, “See you tonight,” flicking his tongue against Iruka’s earlobe. The still-nude ninja blushed again, and his partner merely left the room with a wave to go meet his team, over an hour late.

The End

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For week seven of http://www.freefictionfriday.com I’m posting something different from my usual fare. This piece does not feature sex or romance, and is purely comedic (or at least, it’s intended to be). I wrote it for a fanfiction meme that had authors list pairings from several different series, and gave scenarios that mixed and matched the characters from the various series for authors to write crossover drabbles. This drabble was my response to the prompt “Let’s see (Person A) stuck in a closet with (Person X)”. The characters were Kurt from the live action TV show Glee and Vegeta from the anime/manga Dragon Ball Z. Needless to say, it is a very odd crossover, but I like the way I made it work. I couldn’t write them as a couple, but I did something much more fun. It takes place in the school Kurt attends, in a a kind of hybrid of the Glee and Dragon Ball universe (technically, given one reference, this takes place at some point after Dragon Ball GT).

Potentially new/unfamiliar terms/characters:prince of all Saiyans – Vegeta is the last remaining member of the royal family of the near-extinct Saiyan race. Saiyans are warmongering aliens who look human with the exception of a monkey-type tail, and they transform into ape-like creatures at the full moon. Karofsky – a football player who bullied Kurt. Goku – a Saiyan who grew up on Earth with whom Vegeta has a sort of odd rivalry/friendship.

Disclaimer: Glee and its characters were created by Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, and Ian Brennan. Dragon Ball Z, the world, and the characters, were created by Akira Toriyama. “Defying Gravity” from the musical Wicked is by Stephen Schwartz. I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

This is another story from a prolific streak two and a half years ago, so the disclaimer I’ve been using recently applies. I have greatly improved in my writing skills since writing this piece. However, I decided to leave this story as is for now rather than give it an overhaul.

I hope you enjoy Trapped in the Closet!

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“I can’t believe you got us locked in here. I’ve been out of the closet for two years,” Kurt huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“And I’ve gone my whole life without being in the vicinity of a man who spends as much time choosing clothes as you do,” Vegeta said with a sneer, though Kurt couldn’t see it in the dark of the Glee club’s storage closet.

“Don’t you talk about my fashion sense, mister spandex pants and bulky armor! And remember when you thought it would be a good idea to grow a mustache? That thing looked like a caterpillar died on your upper lip!”

“That armor was designed specifically to be durable, not fashionable, you imbecile. And at least I’m strong, not weak like you, who can’t even defend himself against a player of that stupid game you call football.”

Kurt’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Karofsky. “Fuck you,” he spat.

“Not bloody likely. If any fucking were to happen in here, I’d be on top, and you’d probably break, you skinny brat.”

Kurt searched for a retort, but gave up after about thirty seconds. “I hate you, Vegeta.”

Vegeta let out a single noise that may have been a laugh. “That’s something we agree on.” He paused. “How long until this Schuester you called will be here to unlock this damnable closet?”

Kurt checked the time on his phone. “I called him ten minutes ago, and he lives a half hour from the school. Can you do the math, oh prince of all Saiyans?”

“Oh, good. You don’t have an ape’s brain after all,” Kurt said and laughed.

“Do you think you can spend twenty minutes in silence, boy? Or will I have to render you unconscious?” Vegeta snarled.

“Fine, fine.” Kurt said, resigned.

But after five minutes, he was humming the tune of “Defying Gravity”, and Vegeta didn’t follow through on his threat. He wished he hadn’t promised Goku that he wouldn’t harm innocent civilians, otherwise Kurt would be lying passed out on the floor from a punch to the head.

The End

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We are at week six of http://www.freefictionfriday.com! I have another fanfiction piece to share today, one I wrote during a particularly prolific period two and a half years ago. This story takes place in the world of the manga Fullmetal Alchemist. I wrote it with the canon of the manga and the second anime series (FMA Brotherhood) in mind, but it could work in an alternate universe of the first anime series. It takes place several years after the series, but there aren’t any significant spoilers for the series, and you don’t need to be familiar with it to enjoy the story, I think! The characters featured are http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Roy_Mustang and http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Edward_Elric

Potentially new/unfamiliar terms: in this world, Furher is the title/rank for the leader of the nation of Amestris. This is not WWII era Germany, but an alternate world.

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist, the world, and characters, belong to Hiromu Arakawa and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

Please also note I wrote this two and a half years ago, and have greatly improved in my writing skills since. For example, I don’t use comparative epithets, any more… However, I decided to leave this story as is for now rather than give it an overhaul. I think it’s still entertaining as is.

I hope you enjoy First Day in Office!

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Roy Mustang sat behind the desk in his new office and sighed. First day as Furher and the influx of papers that he was required to read and sign seemed like it would never end.

The inauguration ceremony had been the day before, and it had been quite boring for the most part. Though he was known as a charmer, Roy didn’t enjoy schmoozing with the elite; he much preferred to be able to relax and be himself. The true celebration had begun when he was finally able to go home. He and Ed had enjoyed each other’s bodies late into the night, making love like there was no tomorrow.

But then tomorrow had come, and Roy had kissed his lover goodbye.

“Have a good day, Furher Mustang,” Ed had said when Roy turned to leave, giving Roy a smack on the ass and a nibble on the ear. “I’ll come by to distract you from your work later.”

Roy had chuckled without turning back to Ed. “I’d like that. Enjoy your day, Fullmetal.”

And with that, Roy had left their new home, the Furher’s mansion. His driver had held open the door to the back seat of the car that would take him to work from that day onward, and Roy had thanked the man. They had driven in silence, and Roy had thanked him again, wishing him a pleasant day when he had let Roy out at headquarters.

Walking through headquarters had been interesting. Some people had greeted Roy verbally, others silently, but they all had saluted. It would take some getting used to. After what had seemed like hours since he had left home, Roy had opened his office door to find a desk covered in several large stacks of paper, which had made his eyes grow wide. It would be a long day.

Now, at noon, with only a quarter of the paperwork completed, and more coming in now and then, Roy sighed again. He was contemplating breaking for lunch, even though he wasn’t hungry, when a knock came at the door to his office. “Come in,” he called, staying seated behind his desk. As long as the person didn’t add to his stack of paperwork to be completed, he didn’t care who was at the door.

Roy smiled when a certain blond head peeked into the room. Ed entered Roy’s office with a wave, carrying a bag from a department store. Roy looked at the bag with a raised eyebrow. Neither he nor Ed usually shopped there.

“Hi,” Ed said, approaching the desk. “How’s your first day?”

“Better now that you’re here,” Roy said, gesturing to his pile of papers that he hadn’t yet looked at. “What’s in the bag?”

“A present for you,” Ed said, giving Roy his trademark grin… but it looked a little less cocky than usual, Roy thought. Was that apprehension he saw on Ed’s face?

“Oh?” he asked, waiting for Ed to explain.

“Yeah, figured I should get you something. You know, for your new office. Well, sort of. You’ll see,” he said, fidgeting a bit where he stood.

Roy was right – Ed was definitely nervous. But why be concerned over a simple gift? He waited for Ed to hand him the bag, but the younger man made no move to do so. Instead, he looked down, a light blush staining his cheeks

“Well? Do I get my present?”

Ed looked back up at Roy. “In a minute. I need to use your bathroom,” he said.

Puzzled, Roy simply nodded and gestured toward the bathroom adjoining the office. Ed went in, taking the bag with him and shutting the door behind him. Roy drummed his fingers on the desk, waiting to find out what Ed was up to.

A few minutes later, Ed called from the bathroom, “Close your eyes until I say you can open them.”

Now Roy was extremely curious. But he would play along. “All right, I’ll close my eyes,” he said, doing so.

“Are they closed?”

“Yes, Fullmetal,” he said, a touch of impatience in his voice.

“No peeking,” Ed insisted.

“I promise I will not peek,” Roy said in his most politically sincere voice, which made Ed laugh.

“All right,” said Ed, and Roy heard the door to the bathroom open. Soft footfalls approached the desk, and stopped directly in front of Roy. A moment later, warm lips pressed against his own, and Roy kept his eyes closed, as promised, leaned in and deepened the kiss. He probed Ed’s mouth with his tongue, savoring the taste, and Ed let out a small hum of pleasure before pulling back all too soon.

“You can open your eyes,” Ed said quietly.

Roy did, and when he looked at Ed, his jaw dropped. The younger man’s hair was down and he was wearing an ensemble similar to the military uniforms, blue with gold accents. This in itself was strange enough, but it was the particular style of the clothing itself that rendered Roy speechless.

Ed was wearing a miniskirt.

There was no other way to describe it – the skirt was far from reaching Ed’s knees. There were a few inches of space between the hem of the skirt and thigh-high white socks. Ed wore no shoes, and the top half of the uniform was fitted such that it gave the illusion of hips and a tapered waist.

When he was able to gather his thoughts somewhat, Roy stood, walked around the desk, and kissed Ed soundly. He wrapped his arms around Ed’s waist and fondled the younger man’s skirt-clad ass.

“I take it that means you like it?” Ed asked when their lips parted at least a minute later.

Ed grinned. “Now don’t expect that I’ll do this all the time. Or ever again, for that matter,” he said, giving Roy a little glare. “I don’t want you to forget that I’m a guy.”

“Oh, I doubt I could forget that, Fullmetal,” Roy said seductively, flipping up the skirt slightly at the front so that he could rub Ed’s cock through silk panties. “You thought of everything,” he said appreciatively, and he felt the warm flesh beneath the fabric begin to stiffen at his touch.

“Yeah, well, I heard you had a thing for miniskirts,” Ed murmured against Roy’s neck, then sucked lightly at a sensitive spot, making Roy groan.

“Careful,” Roy warned. “Don’t want…”

“I know, I know, can’t leave a mark where your minions will see it,” Ed said, laughing. The warm breath against wet skin made Roy shudder slightly. Ed drew back and looked into Roy’s eyes, an impish grin playing on his lips. “So… do you have some free time?”

Roy smiled back. “I can make free time for you.” With that, he drew his lover into another kiss, resumed his stroking of Ed’s cock through the panties with one hand, and kneaded Ed’s ass with the other. Ed simply wrapped his arms around Roy and allowed the older man to take the lead.

Soon, Ed was rutting against Roy’s hand, and the older man’s erection tented his pants.

“Want you here, now,” Roy breathed in Ed’s ear.

“I was counting on that,” Ed said, smugness showing through his arousal.

Roy laughed. “You know me too well.” He maneuvered Ed so that the blond was close to the desk.

Ed, adept at reading Roy’s signals, faced the desk and rested his weight on his lower arms. “Oh, here,” he said, then pulled a small tube of lube from a pocket of his shirt and handed it to his partner. He watched Roy over his shoulder.

“As you wish,” Roy said with a grin, and poured lube over two fingers. He pushed one slick finger into the tight ring of muscle, and Ed’s body accepted it easily.

Only a few moments after the first finger was inside of him, Ed growled in impatience, and Roy added another. “Soon, Ed, soon. I want this as much as you do.” His own cock was begging for attention, and after stretching Ed for what he deemed was just long enough, he unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants, letting them drop to the floor. Roy poured a liberal amount of lube into his hand and spread it over his aching cock before lining himself up with Ed’s entrance.

He leaned over Ed and murmured in his ear, “Going to take you now. Hard and fast.” That was all the warning he gave before entering Ed in one thrust, making the younger man moan. Ed’s passage was just as hot and tight around Roy as it had been the night before, and Roy rocked his hips in a few shallow thrusts, getting them both accustomed to the position. He soon sped up the pace, snapping his hips forward and gripping Ed’s hips, driving himself into the younger man.

Ed braced himself against the desk, unable to do anything but moan, his head falling forward to rest on the wood surface. The desk was shifting slightly each time that Roy thrust into Ed. Roy’s cock dragged across Ed’s prostate with every thrust, and Ed’s body was trembling slightly, inner muscles tightening around Roy and driving the older man mad with pleasure. As the desk moved to the rhythm Roy had set, papers tumbled from their piles to the floor without either man noticing. Pens and pencils rattled in their cup, but the men’s heavy breathing and groans almost drowned out the sound. Roy was too far gone to care if anyone walking past in the hallway heard them. He loved how vocal Ed was, and grew increasingly aroused by the sounds Ed was making.

“You’re gorgeous,” Roy husked, as he watched the man beneath him. Ed looked utterly debauched, hair spilled over his back, face pink, and skirt hiked up so that Roy could see himself filling Ed’s tight body, entering and withdrawing over and over.

It was the combination of the tactile, aural, and visual sensations that overwhelmed Roy enough to drive him over the edge. He let out his loudest groan yet as his balls tightened and his orgasm tore through him, his release coming in spurts inside of Ed’s hot passage. He almost collapsed on top of Ed, but managed to steady himself.

“Come for me, Ed…” Roy growled, starting to thrust again despite his body’s desire to relax and the fact that his cock was so sensitive from just having come.

Almost immediately, before Roy had a chance to touch Ed’s cock, the younger man came, screaming Roy’s name and soiling the front of his skirt. He slumped against the desk, breathing hard, and Roy moved one hand from Ed’s hip to stroke the long blond hair as his own heart rate and breathing returned to normal.

“That was… wow,” Ed managed to say.

“Yeah,” Roy agreed.

He stayed buried inside of Ed for a few minutes, letting them both enjoy the afterglow. Eventually, he reluctantly pulled out, and Ed let out a disappointed sound, then stood up straight and faced Roy, smiling. He leaned forward to kiss Roy, who sucked briefly on Ed’s lower lip and stroked the side of his face.

They soon parted and looking into each other’s eyes, they communicated wordlessly. Roy could, and would have said, “I love you” if Ed didn’t find it ridiculously sappy. So instead, Roy just smiled back at Ed, letting his fondness show in his expression.

As his brain started to return to its normal state, Roy realized that it would be a good idea for them to clean up. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to Ed before tucking himself back into his pants and readjusting his uniform. Ed meanwhile cleaned himself up and tossed the handkerchief into the wastebasket by the side of the desk. He kicked the panties off from around his ankles and went to retrieve the bag with the clothes he had been wearing previously.

“You’re not going to leave the miniskirt on?” Roy asked, teasing.

Ed glared daggers at Roy, despite the fact that the older man was joking, and didn’t dignify his lover’s question with a response. He simply shucked the skirt and top, then peeled off the socks, standing fully nude before pulling on his regular clothes and tossing the new ones in the bag.

“Do you know how embarrassing it was to have to buy that stuff? When the salesperson started asking me questions I had to pretend it was for my girlfriend,” Ed scoffed, braiding his hair with practiced ease.

“You mean you didn’t do what you usually would and tell them to fuck off?” Roy asked.

“I didn’t want to get kicked out of the store,” Ed said, smirking as he pulled on his boots. “Anyway,” he said as he stood and straightened his clothes, “I should probably let you get back to work.”

“Probably,” Roy said with a small frown, then paused. “Thank you, Ed. For the present. I appreciate it.” He kissed Ed lightly.

“Glad you enjoyed it, Furher Mustang,” Ed replied, grinning. He gave a pointed glance at the lube on the desk. “Let’s keep that there in case we need it again. I’ll see you at home tonight, Roy,” he said, then walked toward the door. Hand on the knob, he turned to Roy again. “Try not to let Hawkeye keep you too late.”

“I’ll do my best,” Roy chuckled.

They waved to each other, and Ed exited, leaving Roy alone in the room.

It was only upon turning back to his desk that Roy saw that roughly half of his paperwork, completed and not, now littered the floor.

The End

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